His eyes burned into yours, that predatory crimson glint daring you to flinch. The iron muzzle creaked with every breath he took, the low growl rumbling in his chest like a caged storm.

You didn’t back away. Instead, you stepped closer, your hand brushing against the leather strap at his neck. He tilted his head, a sharp grin flashing behind the steel—like he wanted you to try.

“Think you can keep me on a leash, pretty boy?” his voice came out rough, amused, but there was a flicker beneath it—curiosity.

Your palm pressed against his jaw, feeling the coarse stubble under the steel cage. His growl dropped lower, chest heaving, not in fury anymore, but something else. Something heavier.

“I’m not here to leash you,” you murmured, leaning in, “I’m here to see if you’ll let me close.”

For a moment, silence. His breath was hot against your skin. Then his eyes narrowed, dangerous and feral, but he tilted his head just enough that your forehead could rest against his.

“You’re insane,” Sabretooth rasped, his voice husky, “but maybe… I like that about you"